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Patricia Drake Jun 2013
Every night we were astronauts
Shooting ourselves into orbit
Beneath the fluorescent moon
Until a magic empty

Every morning we crashed
Burst into flames
And died again
Upon entering
The atmosphere
Of the real
Patricia Drake Jun 2013
Jeg søger
søgte
søger stadig
efter brikker
pusler spil
spiller
med brikkerne
til de samles
jeg samler dem
i et spil
og jeg spiller det
spiller levende
spillevende
og lever i de spil
som jeg finder
i haven
for jeg har en have
og haven har et træ
jeg har et træ
der bærer æbler
somme tider
sidste år bar det ingen
ingenting
men tingene kom
kom ud af luften
blev luftet
luftet ud
med sproget
sproget sprang ud
og det blomstrede
pludselig
og puslede
raslede og voksede
og skabte
sproget skabte
gennem mig
jeg skabte mig
og sproget
i haven
og udenfor
men mest indeni
så jeg nu søger
forsøger
at finde
***
mellemrum
imellem ***
og ord
for billeder
forbilleder
uden for mig
Patricia Drake Jun 2013
One day
It broke
We stopped caring
about spiders and their webs
dust in corners
scattered toys on the lawn
and neigbours judging
We stopped

But then it began
the construction of new paths
new connections
outside us
morally deranged but marvellous
in their metaphors

And then the fights started
discovery of deceit
the heartbreak
and the revellations
revealing devils and demons
and dark desires

Gradually
It healed
We began to love
not sweet, innocent, postcard love
no! mad, ******, nasty love
a yelling, crying, caring love
not taking anything for granted love
We healed
Patricia Drake Jun 2013
...and what if I took it
just once
took the ticket
and let go of a day
let it pass
with my conscience flowing
my whole being dissolved
with the substance in my saliva
and the fires in my brain

And what if...
I let existence be an eruption
of emotion
and sensory floods
of fluid, fluorescent light
If I took it
would I be able to let go
and be me
again...
Patricia Drake Jun 2013
I see it
the body inside sound
And images
marks
Upon my skin
I see shadows
like masks inside light
I sense
I sense a presence
Circling my planes
Perverting perception
I see us
Our minds like bodies liberated
Reaching,  splitting
Creating
Truth
In *******
For a moment
Patricia Drake Jun 2013
I could have killed her
easily
for a long time I just watched her
as she sat there
she had crawled in there
not realising the danger
the trap

This way I was able
to observe
with equal amounts of disgust
and scientific fascination
she was my enemy
my conscience, my shame
and I knew that

at some point
she would have to die
Patricia Drake Jun 2013
I dreamt of Columbia
of a city in the clouds
and my hands on fire
wielding powers
unimaginable

I dreamt of beauty
floating
connecting
creating pathways
for narrative

Today
I have spent my whole day
dreaming
of going back
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